“Morning, Baby girl. I made you your favorite breakfast.” He looked at me from the dining room.
I went to him to give him a kiss. “Morning, Damian. Thank you for preparing breakfast.”
I sat down on my seat and looked at the omelet in front of me. My favorite, but why did it smell unappetizing? I loved his omelets, they always tasted good. Maybe there was something wrong with my sense of smell.
I cut a small portion and brought it to my mouth. I chewed it, and the taste made me sick. I stood up and ran to the bathroom where I threw up again in the toilet.
“Baby girl!” Damian rushed toward me and stroked my back until I finished throwing up.
